Tuesday, April 16, 2013

16. Beginning

They have returned,
those occasional farmers,
from the chaos of seasons
and shared their hope
in a future.
Planted a crop.

In the furrow of water
a sea of eyes,
all but two focussed on the sky,
the journey of unknowing,
the expedition of life begins.
The crèche shimmers in the sunlight;
movement already tremorring
in the pulse of breeze.

The vigilant parent
on sentry duty;
pondling, pondering
counting the days.

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